Fall

[stormmouce]

Stormmouce was getting ready to put his plan in to action the vermin were getting closer and his blood was boiling from looking at there evil smiles. That he lost it at that moment and put his pal-arm and longsword together and stared to kill any vermin in his way well the group of mice ran after him. They made it to the main Abby door but it was blocked with some very quick thinking and a lot of luck stormmouce throw his scythe fro one of the high windows.

[terg]

Bryric slid across the floor like he was skating on a frozen pond. He almost grabbed onto a barrel for support but suddenly thought better of it. He skidded up to Skipper and twirled his tail for balance he offered his paw to the otter who seemed preoccpied by Weghul. Bryric growled in frustration at the maddening antics of the rat and glanced about to find something to chuck at the enfuriating animal. His paw fell on a cracked cork that was used to stopper the barrels. It was old but a fairly good size. He coiled back like a snake and flung it was a large release of power. It was a pretty good throw, strong and fast, but most importantly- accurate.

Bryric shuddered as he realized what he had done. He rarely had fits of violence but seeing the Abbey indanger and seeing somebeast acting stupidly and endangering even more animals made his blood run hot.

[dirgecallers]

Weghul felt the cold embrace of the hard stone floor on his cheek. He attempted to get up, but the slippery floor was enough to frustrate his attempts at leveraging himself. Grabbing a nearby barrel, the skinny rat managed to pull his frame upright. It was still a battle for him to stay standing, as the floor was very treacherous and unwieldy. He managed to see the disjointed scene in the cellars unfold before him. It was not a pretty sight, and not anything that he would want to get trapped in.

Thrusting against the wall, Weghul attempted to make his way to the exit tunnel. It was difficult because there were a glut of beasts, both young and old, who were trying to gain entrance to the tunnel. He was pushed against the wall, with some measure of pain being felt by him. "Gah!" Weghul cried out, "De fool woulda kill demselves rather then escape good and proper!" Striking out feebly, he pushed back at the crowd. "Go finda your own place!" He yelled, his voice magnified especially by the confined space. It was not a battle he was likely to win though.

Already the cellar had been breached by the vermin. Filthy evil smelling creatures they were-though some actually smelled better than Weghul. They were now massing into the room, attempting to take prisoners. To Weghul's horror, one particularily large fox happened to lay eyes on the rat. Recognizing that he was not one of them, the fox charged at Weghul. The woodlanders parted at this, and the fox was almost upon the rat.

Raising his axe above the rodent's head, it looked as if the end had come for Weghul. With despair, Weghul lifted his head and put his paws over his face. Luckily for Weghul now, instead of hitting his skull, the flying piece of cork only hit his nose. Weghul gave a cry, and fell sideways onto the barrels. This caused a chain reaction that made all the barrels in the room veer out of control. Creatures ran in all directions to avoid this new onslaught, which added to the confusion. Weghul saw the fox looking confused so he took advantage of this.

The rat made a mad dash for the tunnel, for only there would he be safe.
(done)

[Skipper]

Chaos had broken out, and into the crowded cellars. Some of the beasts didn't know what to do -- follow into the tunnels, where the unpredictable rat had run, or to stay behind, with the vermin pounding the doors of the Great Hall. (A few rats had found their way in through the windows, though not the stained-glass panes of the Hall, of course.) Most of the abbeydwellers, however, were occupied with the task of not being struck by the falling barrels and kegs. Lachie was among them. His paw came up to stop a barrel that had fallen from directly above, knowing full well that this would do little to help. He ducked as his eyes closed instinctively in anticipation of the impact, but it didn't come. He straightened, looking at the barrel rolling lazily to his left, and Barr standing protectively to his right.

Skipper had run off after Weghul, and Blake had somehow, amidst all the confusion, been pushed into the tunnel's shoring. This caught Lachie's attention. The mouse, having struck his head in the fall, rose to his feet, and tried to regain his composure. The seer's gaze shifted to a barrel bouncing dangerously, in Blake's direction. Thereupon, Lachie's eyes widened.

Barr saw it too, and he and his son exchanged glances, each too aware of what would follow. The tunnel's entrance would collapse, which left Lachie too little time to make it through. Barr's strength was already being pushed, and he couldn't possibly carry his son into the tunnel soon enough.

Barr gripped Lachie's shoulder firmly, eyes fixed on his son's. "I will come back for you." Lachie nodded, not sure what to think. His father hurried into the tunnel, but not before glancing up with hatred at the highly-ranked stoat that had just entered the cellars. The two locked eyes, for what seemed an eternity, as Barr radiated all of his hatred toward the creature, who stared back contemptuously. They would meet again, and the stoat would die. Barr would make sure of it.

Blake stumbled back a bit as the big sea otter pushed past him. He stared dumbfounded at the fox before him, following the action with a quick swing at the neck. He stood at the tunnel entrance, helping various families through. Unaware that the tunnel would soon collapse, he intended to guard it. It wasn't until the floor beneath his paws began to quiver slightly that he notice that something was amiss.

[terg]

Bryric managed to slip back into the cellers unhindered by the vermin. Blood dripped from a wound on his side, from a passing rat he had tried to fight. It wasn't deep, but it stung. Bryric stagger toward the tunnel but barrels where making it hard to reach it. The old squirrel saw Lachie looking at the tunnel, a sad look in his eyes. Bryric lunged forward and caught the wheel chair to steady himself. "Come young 'un we can still get through." Bryric tried to push bu the floor was still slick with drink. He was making very little head way, and the barrels where making it immposible to get to the tunnel. Byric turned his back to the tunnel for a moment and suddenly heard a crashing sound. It wasn't the kind of sound made by the gates falling, but more like a tone of dirt falling onto a stone floor. Bryric whirled, not sure what he would see.


A small ferret barged through the doors of Cavern Hole. He had a scimater in one paw. It was dripping blood onto the sandstone floor, the remnant of a brave otter he had finished off after it had killed a stoat. Ixsten hurried toward a heavy wooden door where an unheavenly racket was bursting from. The door was already opened, and half torn from the hinges. The ferret steppedc in to see caos raining down on the defenseless Redwall animals and their attackers. It would have almost been comical had it not been such a serious situation. Beasts where tripping over barrels and slipping on the liquid covering the floor. Others where trying shove themselves down a tunnel in the floor, while other stood and fought the charging vermin in an attempt to hold them off so their families could escape. Ixsten growled. Stupid Redwallers, and their stupid chivalry. Couldn't they just be afriad like they where supposed to be? Suddenly a crash brought all activity to a halt for a breif milli second. Everyone turned to look at the tunnel, but there wasn't one anymore.

[Skipper]

((End

Everyone needs to get to posting aftermath threads now. Finally. )